The Pegasus Awards

Monster's Lullaby

Pegasus Nominations

Meg Davis lives in Northern Michigan, and due
to health issues is unable to travel. Her music is available through her
website: www.megdavis.com. There's
a mail link to her off the web page- stop in and drop her a line!

Monster's Lullabye

Oh, there's something in my garden
And it's been there for a week
I tried to feed it crackers
But that only made it squeek
I tried to wash its scaly head
But all it did was cry
So I think I'll put it back to bed
And sing it a lullabye
A monster's lullabye.

Nyah, nyah, your mother eats toads
May it grow a fine wart on the tip of your nose
Ding dong, the cat's in the well
So run and fetch another one. . .

Oh, there's something in my garden
And it has a lovely nose
It has three heads, a wind up body
And twenty pairs of toes
Oh, I'd call it Ken, or Martin
But it wouldn't understand
And although it smells a bit like trash
I think it is quite grand, yes, indeed
I think it is quite grand.

Nyah, nyah, your mother eats toads
May it grow a fine wart on the tip of your nose
Ding dong, the cat's in the well
So run and fetch another one. . .

Oh, there's something in my garden
And I tried to feed it toast
But it only smiled and tried to eat
My best leather coat
I hope my mother likes him
He seems so fresh and green
And I think my scary monster friend
Is very, very keen, yes, indeed
He's very, very keen.

Oh, there's something in my garden
And it's been there for a week
I tried to feed it crackers
But that only made it squeek
I tried to wash its scaly head
But all it did was cry
So I think I'll put it back to bed
And sing it a lullabye
A monster's lullabye.

Nyah, nyah, your mother eats toads
May it grow a fine wart on the tip of your nose
Ding dong, the cat's in the well
So run and fetch another one. . .

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Hold the horse 'till I get on
Hold it fast, and hold it sure
'Till I get across the misty moor

Last night, and the night before
A lemon and a pickle came knocking at my door
I went down to let them in
And they hit me with a rolling pin.

Roses are red, violets are blue
Carnations are sweet and so are you
And so are they that send you this
And when we meet we'll have a kiss.